I was accepted into a diploma program back in '79-80. The school prided itself on its tough, bad-ass reputation. The instructors made it clear from day one that they did NOT like having married students, or those who were parents because they wanted your FULL attention focused on them. And they also HATED those who refused to live in the dorm (attached to the hospital). These people (instructors, etc.) were--- to put it kindly--- psycho.
They did their damndest to drum out those who didn't live in the dorm (and a few who did live there--- the *gasp* divorced students), and they were not subtle about it either. They controlled every aspect of the lives of those who lived in the dorm, down to opening their mail and stapling it back before distributing it (told ya, they were not subtle).
Anywho, I managed to do pretty good in class and clinicals, and it really ticked them off. (I was the trifecta in their eyes: married, kid, lived off site) They did everything they could to trip me up, but to no avail.
One of their rules was anything below a C was automatic expulsion from the program, no ifs, no ands, no buts, no appeal. Period. And you never came back. We took our non-nursing reqs at one of two local colleges. I picked the wrong one =\. Did great in all classes, until the final exam in micro. The exam consisted of TWO essay questions. Get one wrong, get an F. And of course, I missed one.
I didn't even know what my grade was on the final when I was asked to come to the school director's office. They told me I failed and that I was out. I simply said, "Ok" because I wasn't really surprised I'd failed that exam. One of the younger, snarkier instructors got within inches of my face and smirked, "Face it little girl. You will NEVER be a nurse."
I never forgot that moment.
Fast forward a few years. Now divorced, another kid, made it through LPN school at the top of my class, took Boards and scored a perfect 800. Worked my way through RN school, 4.0 average, took my Boards, scored 12 points shy of perfect (2388? 2288? can't remember what the max possible was). This isn't because I'm some great shakes or anything, I just test well.
But I had GREAT satisfaction sending my photo with copies of both Board results and both schools' transcripts to my old diploma school (attention to the hag who'd gotten in my face) with the comment, "WANNA BET